As soon as these words were spoken, Yin Changgeng, Han Xingyan, and Li Yibai and Song Tinglu Shan Baiyi were all shocked beyond measure.
For a grandmaster like Qi Jiajie who is expected to become the leader of the swordsmanship, let him say that he can't even draw his sword out of its scabbard
Probably for a thousand years in the rivers and lakes, only Lu Zu who passed through the gate of heaven but never entered could say it
This guy with the book under his arm is trying to overwhelm others? However, although Qi Jiajie does not dominate the martial arts world with ample energy, he can become the number one swordsman in the capital, and his martial strength is closely behind the fourteen martial arts judges. It would be ridiculous to say that he can't even draw a sword.
It was clear that a big battle was imminent in front of him, but Chai Qingshan, who was involved in the center of the turmoil for some reason, did not move. He had no intention of taking Li Yibai and his two apprentices away, nor did he use his energy to prevent accidents. Obviously, if Xu Fengnian and Qi Jiajie fight freely, whether they are in Shushu Town or leave Shushu Town, the difference will not be big. Chai Qingshan should be betting on the confrontation between the two. It is a gentleman's battle that will end soon. This kind of peak-level sparring with the wit of "finding faults", and bystanders with a certain degree of insight, is the most convenient way to sharpen one's martial arts state of mind. How could Chai Qingshan miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
Qi Jiajie slanted up the famous long sword cast in Jinglong Sword Furnace. It was three feet three inches long, and his five-fingered jade-like right hand did not reach out to draw the sword, but the long sword suddenly clanged like a dragon and was less than an inch out of its sheath , Under the eaves of the inn, there was a feeling of cold wind and frost.
This time, after a brief "stop sword", the length of the Changjia sword suddenly increased to more than three inches when it was unsheathed.
The long clip left the sheath twice, and it was extremely smooth.
But in the world, one can do two but not three.
After that, the long clip remained motionless, and the three of Dongyue Jianchi, whose hearing became more acute after practicing martial arts, could already hear the subtle sounds like the flapping of mosquitoes and flies.
And Yin Changgeng and others also found that outside the eaves, on the streets of Fushu Town, the dust was gradually flying up, forming land tornadoes, rotating slowly, like a group of women in yellow clothes dancing gracefully.
Changjia finally unsheathed an inch away at an extremely slow speed that Gao Shiqing could see with the naked eye.
But Qi Jiajie's Shu brocade robe, which seemed to be free from dirt no matter where she was, began to tremble slightly, like a dragonfly dipping water on the surface of a flat mirror lake, causing light ripples.
The scorching sun in Fushu Town, where Qi Jiajie was standing under the eaves of the inn, happened to alternate between light and dark, and the strands of straight light that were not easy to detect by ordinary people not only became clearly visible, but also became distorted in an instant.
Song Tinglu and Shan Yiyi blinked at the same time, thinking that there was an illusion in their eyes, but after the blink, those strange lights were indeed like snakes.
At the same time, the small tornadoes on the street shattered and dispersed in an instant.
The long clip was finally unsheathed an inch.
Gao Shiqing didn't realize that he was sweating profusely, and the black hair from his temples was sticking to his blushing cheeks. Zhao Wenwei also subconsciously let go of his fists, spreading his palms to wipe sweat on his robe.
The girl in white with a sword on her back was also an outsider, but she was actually more nervous than Gao Shiqing and the others. She whispered to a fellow boy, "Song Tinglu, do you think the sword surnamed Qi can be fully unsheathed?"
Song Tinglu, who had a four-foot long sword at his waist, thought about it, and said solemnly: "You call me senior brother, and I will tell you the answer."
The girl pinned a red sandalwood hairpin in the shape of a sword, and her willow-leaf eyebrows were like thin swords, so when she frowned, she looked extraordinarily heroic, but the girl soon smiled brightly, and Jiao Didi called her senior brother.
The boy shivered as if he had seen a ghost during the day, then pretended to be silly and laughed: "The answer is... I don't know either."
If the girl's temper was normal, she would have drawn her sword long ago and the future suzerain of Jianchi ran away all over the mountain, but today she took a deep breath for the first time and let Song Tinglu go. The latter quickly understood the reason, and rolled his eyes fiercely. Compared with Zhao Wenwei's irritable and energetic young man staring at his junior sister, he suddenly became an eggplant beaten by frost, and his whole body was Listless. There is no other way, the junior sister has to take great care to maintain the image of a lady in front of someone whom she and almost all the senior sisters and sisters in Jianchi admire. Junior Sister, who was supposed to never deal with forehead rouge in her whole life, ended up being unable to move anytime she saw a gouache shop on the street after arriving in Youzhou. At that time, even if he was pissed off, he should have told Master Fu not to agree to come to Beiliang with his junior sister.
After the dust that made the small tornado dissipated, it rose with the wind, and Xu Fengnian flicked it lightly to disperse it.
The five fingers of Qi Jiajie's sword-holding hand were bent, turned into a long clasp, and the long sword spun sharply, rolling away like a thunderbolt in the palm.
Taking advantage of the momentum, the Changjia sword abruptly pulled out its sheath for three inches.
A spider web burst out from the bluestone slab under the feet of the Northern Swordsman, and those cracks continued to expand and extend outward. Gao Shilian was so frightened that he pulled Zhao Wenwei back in a hurry.
Yin Changgeng and Zhao Chunyuan, the young couple, saw Mr. Qi's white robe feet, they began to shake and shake, and then the movement became louder and louder, like a battle flag being blown by a strong wind on the battlefield.
Before that, Zhao Wenwei, who had been leisurely and secretly looking at the girl in white, felt uneasy, wishing to wave the flag for the fairy Mr. Qi, and hoped that Mr. Qi would pull out the whole long clip in one go, so as to extinguish the arrogance of the young Beiliang king! But to be honest, this Northwest vassal king who was notorious in the Liyang government and the public, after actually seeing it with his own eyes, put aside the extremely provocative words, and met Zhao Wenwei when he was studying in the Qinlian Room of the Imperial Palace and the Zhaojiaweng Guozijian. There is no difference between those outstanding scholars. They have a good background, good looks, and a good temper. They belong to the kind of romantic people who can't be hated even if they don't like them.
When Qi Jiajie finally raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and hovered in the air an inch above the body of the Changjia sword, Qi Jiajie's momentum suddenly changed. If it was said that the five mountains towered over the land of the Central Plains before, now it is the Guangling River rushing eastward into the sea. .
Chai Qingshan said softly to the two children: "Look clearly, take a closer look at how other people watch the tide and realize the sword! Qi Jiajie watched the Guangling tide three times when he was eighteen, twenty-seven, and thirty-six years old, and finally I have realized the method of the movement of qi on a whim. If you look at the masters of today's rivers and lakes, if you talk about the length of qi, Qi Jiajie is far inferior to the fourteen people in Wuping, and among the ten people in Daxueping, they are not in the forefront, but if you say Not to mention Master, even Xuanyuan Qingfeng may not be able to match the turbulence of Qi in an instant."
When Chai Qingshan said this, he couldn't help snorting, "You two have been to the Guangling River twice, and you have seen a lot of fun, and you haven't stopped talking. What did you realize?"
Song Tinglu turned his back to Master and made a face.
The girl said in a deep voice: "Master, next time I watch the tide, I will definitely pay attention!"
Chai Qingshan froze for a moment, then smiled wryly.
Song Tinglu muttered: "Pretend, keep pretending!"
Shan Baiyi's face flushed instantly, and he stretched his hand around his back, unable to help but pull out the new sword "Fuji" he forged.
Every sword pool disciple who wants to leave the sect to travel the rivers and lakes has to forge a new sword by himself. Therefore, Dongyue Sword Pool not only has a lot of talented swordsmen, but also has countless talented swordsmiths who have left their names in history. And Shan Yiyi, the disciple caught by Chai Qingshan's eyes, has amazing talents whether it is learning swords or making swords. The physique of a warrior wants to be vigorous, and he pays attention to a step-by-step process. Shan Yiyi is just a fourth-rank master. Martial arts cultivation base, but her unique comprehension of kendo and swordsmanship, in Chai Qingshan's view, she already has the realm of a second-rank junior master.
Song Tinglu hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "Junior Sister, can you stop doing it here? There are so many outsiders here, how can I get that undefeated record in the rivers and lakes in the future?!"
Shan Baiyi didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who kept saying that he wanted to go all over the world with an undefeated record. Who would be wrong to imitate, but he just imitated Wen Busheng, who was short-lived in the capital, saying that he didn't want to win many masters in this life, but only wanted to be undefeated! This means that when you leave the sect, you must bring the new sword you forged with you, otherwise Song Tinglu would always carry a wooden sword across the sword pond, just playing around!
After the qi in the body exploded like a rising tide, Qi Jiajie's Changjia sword was almost completely unsheathed, except for the tip of the remaining sword.
Zhao Wenwei softly shouted: "Okay!"
Then he realized that he was glaring at Shan Baiyi, and the bewildered young man's momentum quickly fell to the bottom.
At this critical juncture, Xu Fengnian went to the street and looked up at Wudang Mountain.
On the mountain, just in front of the thatched hut near Xixiang Pool, stood a young Taoist priest wearing an ordinary Taoist robe of Longhu Mountain, and a man squatting on the ground and squinting his eyes to read an ancient book.
The latter said softly: "Concentrate, this action is not for a gentleman."
The young Taoist said plainly: "Sir, although it is against my heart, my surname is Zhao after all, and I am a Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion. My uncle has preached in Tai'an City for many years, and now he is still in danger in the capital. In the letter, my uncle mocked himself that the Prime Minister Qingci It can't be done. Moreover, the master also knows that if Wu Lingsu is allowed to gain power, it will not only be a misfortune for the Buddhist family, but also the orthodox incense of our Taoism in the world will also be in jeopardy."
The refined man with bad eyesight almost stuck it to the page, and said with emotion: "Is the lesser of two evils?"
He hesitated to speak, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "I, Bai Yu, don't nag on those great principles. We all talk about one thing and one thing. We scholars, when we know a lot, we like to talk about one thing, two, three, four, don't you?" Stop it, five, six, seven, eight or nine are here too. Sometimes it’s really annoying to ask yourself. Come on, do your work and leave me alone. This book is good. I haven’t found it after searching for years. Let’s see this opportunity first.”
Zhao Ningshen hesitated for a moment, "Although it is said that this joint effort will at most make him lose the energy that is about to succeed in the Western Regions, but sir, you still shouldn't come to Wudang Mountain. Once he gets angry, I will die. Sir, you should not have died in Beiliang, sir, you should have gone further than Xun Ping back then!"
Bai Yu drenched in saliva, turned a page lightly, and said, "If your heart is too big, your appetite will inevitably increase, which will hurt your health."
Zhao Ningshen sighed, took a few steps forward, closed her eyes, and made a gesture with her fingers.
Longhushan Tianshi Mansion, the purple golden lotus in the lotus pond, a flower bud at the highest point, suddenly bloomed, and suddenly withered.
On the large ship on the first floor of the Qingzhou Navy, a scholar sat cross-legged, with a water bowl in front of him, holding a clean white stone with his two fingers, and said with a smile: "Since the matter has come to this point, it is no wonder that I thank Guanying. It's a downfall."
The stone hit the surface of the water in the bowl.
At the same time, a white rainbow flashed from southeast to northwest.
After seeing Zhengbei, Xu Fengnian withdrew his gaze and turned sideways to look at Zhengdong.
After removing the support of that energy, Qi Jiajie's long clasp slipped back into its sheath.
Qi Jiajie took off the long clasp and threw it casually on the street.
Yin Changgeng and others didn't understand.
Shan Baiyi and Song Tinglu were also at a loss.
Chai Qingshan, who always seemed to be watching a play, also took a step forward.
Xu Fengnian looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "A new sword forged by Dongyue Sword Pool, with Qi Jiajie as the sword master, the few remaining Liyang qi practitioners gathered together, and Zhao Ningshen from Longhu Mountain joined hands to lead it. Chai Qingshan's help. The sword you have invited from thousands of miles away is much more skillful than the sword I killed Han Shengxuan back then."
Qi Jiajie said softly, "I'm ashamed."
Chai Qingshan remained silent.
Xu Fengnian, who was still holding the copy of "Jiazi's Sword Practice in the Green Water Pavilion" under his arm, didn't see any expression of embarrassment turned into anger, and said: "Wudang Mountain is not far away, burning incense and making a wish is very effective, you should hurry up and pray that I won't take this sword Bar."
The girl from Dongyue Jianchi said timidly: "Xu Fengnian, don't everyone in the world say that you are the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu? Let's make a wish and it will work?"
Xu Fengnian couldn't help but said: "That's right."
Xu Fengnian glanced at her and the boy who really looked like Song Nianqing, the latter quickly clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, did he know that the King of Beiliang was very good at borrowing swords from people without permission! And often a loan is hundreds or thousands.
On the other hand, the girl who turned her elbows out before she was a big girl, winked at Xu Fengnian, and signaled that the sword she was carrying on her back was not bad, so take it if you want it, and don't need to borrow it.
Xu Fengnian exhaled lightly, faced the east, and said to himself: "There is no need to borrow the sword, I have enough for myself now."
Xu Fengnian rose from the ground and left through the air.
In the sky, around the man, swords swarmed like locusts.
I have a sword, two thousand four!
The breath is six thousand miles long!